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Today the forced packing march begins. We pick up the Uhaul in half an hour, and then nothing but death and destruction till Sunday.

A collection of random things

Where does all the stuff come from? How does it multiply?

I just found these lyrics:

( Colleen )

That's a story right there. I may have to write it.

I listen to Judgement with trepidation. We'll see if Ronan remains as one dead to me. Just as I think the song is going strong, we hit some twee. I miss the days when the band wasn't Twee n' Twee Nation. :P

I think the cats are starting to suspect something's up. We'll see if they mutiny.

In spamland, Disembowelled P. Comrade urges me to stop being obese and unhappy. I suspect his methods are a bit too extreme for me.